Color Me Reckless

The Soul of a Crafter

Crochet, LifeLisa Seyfried

IMG_1776 There is something great about spending a few hours on the couch and coming away with something beautiful like a baby blanket.  Each stitch gets imprinted with the memory of what I was doing.  I have blankets that I made in college as grad school as stress relievers, and I remember the book I was reading at the time, or the class I was taking, or the conversation I had with a friend during it.

I can look at all these beautiful things around my house and remember when and why I made it. We have bits of our wedding decorations scattered around the house - each one brings back the beautiful memories of making it with Husband, and seeing it all together on our wedding day.  It's a greater reminder of those moments than the pictures are, and it's a great marker of the things that Husband and I can do together.


I make a lot of things that just stay in piles around the house, or stay unfinished because some new idea took hold.  I love these projects. I love that my house is filled with these fabrics filled with memories. And I love that I can pull out that unfinished project and make something new, with new memories.

Last week, during our Craft Day, a friend and I were talking about how we have so many unfinished projects, and how, when we sit down to work on one, a new idea crops up and takes hold. I have to put down what I'm doing to run after that idea, chase it down, sketch it out, whatever it is. It's like there's too much creative energy, and it just spills out over the top.

Hiking in Appalacian Trail

I love it. And I love that that is spilling over into other crafty things, expanding my outlets. It's a beautiful thing.